• Back To Friends

    A question I ask myself is now.How could we back to friends?Why and how? By this point,we've gotten so close.And deep emotions arose.How could we go back to base one? As if I wasn't your number one?I still remember last of...

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  • returning home

    My love returned to me today,after two weeks absent,poked and prodded by other hands.Her slender neck realigned straight and true,action lifted smooth as a lover's curve,that infernal buzzing G-string silenced at last.She needed time away to reclaim her voice,and...

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    Bored By The Norm

    Each confession a breadcrumb  Haven’t got all the answers yet Same pattern a different drum Raw silence equals heavy debt   Numbers change for a price Depending on if you play along Trusting no one is sound advice Said some old forgotten song   Explain the fundamental illusion  That leads...

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    • Oh, this is good, Damian.

    • There’s a song in there somewhere.Obviously in a minor key.

      Great write🤘

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Peter. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Usually in a minor key for sure. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I would be bored with the norm as well. This is good Damian

    • Powerful writing, my friend.

    • First this can be both a poem and a song, it has the beat of a song. Second, You said in your note that instead of thinking wiser You rolled with it, but truth to be said your poem from first line to the final is all wisdom. For me this is a monologue with the inner self to make sense of what is not sense, To be aware of everything that happened and what is needed to be changed, the “had enough” and welling to breaking the patten of the same repeation is felt in the final verse, your poems always has a personal feeling and that make them special.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Light. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I think it works either way myself. I must say I always enjoy your commentary and opinions, you’re pretty much on point with where I was going with this one. There are always pieces of me in my writes my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Oh damn, that last verse hit hard. After each of the other verses, it became a hammer of defiance. I’m not sure I believe in a norm. It always just strikes me as others expecting you to be more like them. Meet them at their level because they’re too lazy to move. To evolve. No thank you. This is another strong piece. And I think just rolling with it worked out beautifully, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I don’t know that I believe in the norm either, I agree it’s like living up to the standard of others, funny thing is that they can’t live up to it themselves. But hypocrites love to snipe at others. So glad I rolled with it as well. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Powerful work, my friend. Vivid and sharp.

    • Damian when the illusions melt away and the masks are gone there is a great since of liberation as well as sadness. Not fitting in can make one feel alone but at the same time emancipated from a lifetime of being a square peg in a round hole. Truly great poetry here, my friend. You have given me the reader a glimpse into a life that is honest to oneself. I am most enriched to have read this.

      John

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, John. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve learned over time that the honest approach can be the most open to be heard. Thank you so much for your support. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Candles In The Snow

    Candles possess souls that flicker against the icy winds of a wintry life.   Candles in the snow… Beneath the pale shroud…   Candles glowing in the darkness. Their breaths of heaven melt the snow   into the holy water I cross myself with.

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  • Undress

    I did that only once ever with you.You were sick of all the holes in your sweater.And I felt like you deserved better. And the glimmer in your eyes shine.It tells me,it's finally time.For I don't want to look at...

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